Too many incidents in the past to type here,but I will share one which Anthony will remember very clearly. First time,unexperienced rider on a new GSXR 600 who was scared of his bike and babied the throttle around town cause his friends told him it was ok to learn to ride on a supersport.
So 10 years ago a large group of us (8-10) from the forum would meet at Bear Mountain NY(google it) 2-3 Sundays a month and head North to ride the mountains. I've been riding the same roads for 30yrs so Im very familiar with them. The core group consisted of highly experienced riders mostly on literbikes.
Occasionally we would get people who havent ridden with us before join for the day. The majority of the group was from NYC and Long Island. As you know,riding in the twisties is much different then riding around in a busy city.
So a new forum member who had just bought a GSXR 600 saw our thread in the ride club forum and asked if he could join us,after asking a few questions about his riding experience we reluctantly agreed. Well,turns out he was full of shit when he said he's been riding for awhile.
We all met up at 6am and after giving out some rules for the group to follow,I led the ride up North. We got to a tricky road which had some nasty sections which were very bumpy as well as some decreasing radius off camber turns. On the way up the mountain we had light traffic and the few cars we got stick behind would pull to the shoulder and let us by. Except one minivan that was going 30mph in a 45mph zone for quite awhile.
Aggravated with the minivan,I decided to pull over at a scenic lookout halfway up so we could have a quick break and chat a bit before continuing further. Suddenly,a frantic man in a car pulls up besides us no more then 30 seconds after we stop yelling that someone on a yellow bike had a bad crash a few miles back and needed help ASAP.
After a quick head count to see if it was someone in our group we realized it was Eli the new guy on the 600. We rode down the mountain and sure enough there was Eli laying on the side of the road,semi-unconscious&slowly writhing around in pain with several cars stopped to offer assistance. There was no cell phone service in the area so a family who had stopped to ask me if we needed anything offered to continue on up the mountain and call 911 as soon as there was service available. Shit was unraveling real quick..
I took a quick survey of the scene,and with 911/help already being addressed I looked over at Eli and saw that Anthony as well as a few others were keeping an eye on him and making sure he didnt remove his helmet and stayed laying down.
So,I saw a few things while looking around. The crash occurred on one of the nasty decreasing radius left hand corners. First thing I noticed was a very long skid mark from Eli's bike which started at the entry to the corner,and went straight through the bend and ended at the guardrail where his bike layed destroyed. I looked at Eli's rear tire and noticed the center was worn flat,and the sides looked brand new. He also had Armor All on his sidewalls.
Within 15minutes the Police and ambulance where there and EMT's were doing their thing. The officer had asked if any of us knew him and if we knew what happened. He asked if we were speeding. I said no,we were behind a minivan who was doing the speed limit 30mph,if that. A car that had stopped to help was behind Eli also confirmed that he was not speeding.
At the hospital we asked Eli what happened and he said that he had just gotten the bike,never rode before and has never been out of NYC so he wasnt used to taking corners. He said he panicked and loked up the front and rear brakes when he saw the left hand corner and then he didnt remember anything after that. Anthony and I were the only ones at the hospital with him and we both shook our heads like WTF.
Eli had completely shattered his left ankle,his bones were crushed. He had no insurance on the bike nor did he have health insurance so the hospital bandaged him up,gave him pain meds and sent him on his way. He said his buddies told him he'd be fine on a 600. He also said he didnt think the bike would lock up the brakes like that and said he thought the brakes were malfunctioning because
they locked up. Anthony and I knew better but we kept quiet cause the last thing Eli needed at that point was us ragging on him. He wore sneakers,jeans and a leather jacket. No gloves so his hands were tore up. If he had proper boots on his ankle wouldnt have been shattered as bad as it was. Turns out he needed several micro-surgeries to repair his ankle and ended up losing his job cause he was laid up at home after surgeries.
So,as you can surmise from reading this,several things were done wrong,first and foremost was a brand new rider on a brand new GSXR600. That corner he crashed on was tricky,but not anything an new rider couldnt handle. He grabbed too much brake and crashed because he panicked& target fixated. Wearing minimum gear. No MSF course was taken. His buddies suggested a 600 supersport because he would get bored on a smaller,more suitable beginner bike.